Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.